Stories by Theophaneia

There lay a picture of Evans and me in second year, her with an odd expression on her face and me beaming in front of the castle doors. And second-year-Sirius running across the picture behind second-year-us with a look of comical terror on his face.

Hello, Lily Evans here. Follow me in the story of a life-time. Filled with humor, stupid mistakes on my part, humiliating conversations, and awkward moments, this is the story of how I survived one of the longest phases of my life.

Lily Evans has a serious problem and the only thing she can think of doing is talking to James Potter. Her bottled emotions are soon to be released as she approaches James in the middle of the night for help. But how will he react to her secret?

L/J: Despite his appearance, I knew he was my angel, because he had helped me more than anybody else could. I knew it; he knew it. My angel was, and would always be, that little boy with messy, black hair, crooked glasses, a lopsided grin, and hazel eyes.